The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-25

during the remainder OF the ride by
building charming air-castles and pict-
uring happy scenes, and it was With
very i It'll patience that 10 waited ffor
the morrow.
Miss Deane refused to allow him to
accompany her, and left him half an
CRY, wholly expectant, in the library
at home. Confident as her nephew
was in the success of her undertaking,
the lady herself was scarcely hopeful,
and it was as she had seared. AL
though somwhat awed at the sight OF
the richly dressed lady in her dainty
carriage, Mrs. Wilson, as soon as her
visitors errand was told, flashed out
fearlessly and furiously,
'Give Dorothy to your" she ex.
claimed in q shrill, harsh voice. "In-
deed, not if / knows myself When
I've took all the care OF her since she
was s. baby, with no friends but me.
an got ne thanks for it, ,ither; do
you suppose I'll give her up to be a
fine lady, when I've got ter work for
my liyIn'? No, sirl You shan't have
her with my consent, and she can't 60
without lG, nOhOWi
So Miss Deane took her departure,
with no good news to tell Cecil,
who at first refused to believe
that she could not come to
them, and then, when it was finally
understood, famed and pouted stamp
ed, and in various ways vented his
great ~displeasure. He was on i'm.
pulsive boy, taking sudden liking to
to some people, none the less deep,
though, for their s~uddennesa, and in
stantly disliking Others. Little Doro-
thy had interested HIM Immediately,
and had gained a warm plae. in his
generous heart.
Although he did not know it, his
aunt had for some time known OF the
little girl, and learned much OF her lie
at her aunt's rude home. 1t had on
ly needed that evening spent in the
child's company to awaken deeper
feelings than those OF mere passing in.
terest. She, like Cecil, was much dis
| appointed, but she said little and let
the excited boy call her cruel and cold
for not taking Dorothy by force, and
say hundreds OF such foolish things.
Thus days slipped by into weeks,
weeks into months and Cecil's sum
mer vacation drew to a close. Never
before had the boy hated so to leave
his aunt's country house for his city
life again. Now there was Dorothy
to part with, and no one knew how
dear the little girl had become.
And Dorothy-who shall say how
much the child missed him2 When he
was gone there was no one to take
her part when Jen scolded, no one to
give her little easy rides on Fancy, no
one to help her gather flowers, no one
to speak kindly OF lovingly to her.
Cecil went back to his studies, Doro-
thy returned to her old life, and thus
the summe faded and the winter
came on.
Jack Frost was especially generous
that year, making frequent and long
visits, delighting the gay skaters,
biting noses, cheeks, ears and finger
tips, sometimes pretty sharply. But
to the majority in the little town of
IE--he brought want and disease.
de had a companion-gaunt, fiendish
pneumonia. Never had sosmuch sick
ness been known to haunt the hith-
erto peaceful homes, and one of its
first victims was Jennie Wilson.
Strong and healthy though the girl
had been, the monster snabched and
forced her to yield to his power.
Mrs. Wilson, who feared sickness of
any kind, sent Immediately to the
city for her sister, who would, being q
skillful nurse. relieve her of all care of
the sick girl. But, in spite OF it all,
Jen grew rapidly worse. TlleE Doro-
thy was in the way. Too small to be
of much service, the poor child was
much neglected, and ere long began to
show signs of illness herself. Then
Aunt Jen was at her wits end. She
had no time to spend nursing the
child, she declared, and OF course
could not put her out of doors in the
depth OF winter. Then, too, the Poor
house was full and she could not be
sent there. Aunt Jen was sadly per-
picked until, in the midst of it all, she
happened to think of Miss Deane and
her call and errand last summer. She
went Immediately to her husband.
and the two talked the plan over for
a long time. They pondered over it
several days, and at last madeupt their
minds as to the course to he pursued.
Reader, will you be surprised il /
picture toyou Aunt Jen Wilson as
she trudged along the snow-covered
road one frosty evening, to Miss
Deane's farm? In her arms she bore
our little friend, Dorothy, wrapped
from head to foot in a huge gray
shewl, fast asleep. It was a long
weary way to Miss Deane's and. but
for the hope that she might bear a
different burden home, the woman
would well nigh have tainted. AS it
was, when the gate was reached she
was OBLIGED to sit down on theground
and rest q moment before going
farther.
But the ground was cold and damp,
aud not daring TO rest longer she
reused herself, and walking to the
door, knocked boldly. She was not